I'm in really cruddy form today and it's disappointing, because I can't see a reason. Since I last wrote, things have been good. I finally made the decision to talk to my boss about my work hours, and have been approved to go back to working half time, so as soon as a replacement is found for the other half of me I can start. This news had me on an absolute high for a couple of days - it's something I've wanted ever since I came back to work full time, and the relief of finally having made the decision, never mind the bonus of actually having it approved was immense.
I had a good weekend. I got up at stupid o'clock on Saturday morning (2.30am to be precise) to go off and do the Pieta House Darkness into Light walk with a really lovely bunch of girls.
Yesterday was mostly spent pottering.................
|Every single layer of clothing got soaked through by characteristic sideways Galway rain, but we kept smiling|
...............or cooking (I cannot wait until I don't have to spend my Sundays batch cooking for the week ahead!) and Saturday's early start was catching up with me, so when I fell asleep on the sofa at 9 last night it seemed as good a time as any to call it a day. Last night wasn't quite the restful sleep I'd hoped for as M arrived in about 2.30 and proceeded to spend most of the rest of the night lying on/kicking various parts of my anatomy, so I caved at 5.45 and got up.
|We got rained on 4 times in the space of one walk. Improvement in the consistent soaking of the night before!|
Since then? Nothing out of the ordinary. I managed some yoga which was good, although didn't give me quite the lift it usually does. I made it to work to be confronted by a minor logistical glitch in the plan for the day which became a far bigger problem than it should have, but is fine now. Yet my mood is rubbish. I can't quite find the right word for it. I'm surprised at how angry I got about the aforementioned glitch, it really shouldn't have been such a big deal, although I think I was spoiling for a fight before that so that's not my trigger. I don't feel tired right now, although looking back on the weekend it's quite likely that I am.
The way out of it? Find something else to focus on I think. I'm not going to try and figure it out, I don't think there's anything much to it. It'll pass. It always does.
Labels: agitation, distraction, frustration, tiredness